Matrilocal Husband Novels & Stories

Mother is the one that ruined their relationship in high school, and dad was miserable long before she re-entered his life. “Emma’s husband left her for his female bodyguard. Arieannah’s husband left her for a MAN! My grandmother Emma was left pregnant with triplets by her boyfriend because he couldn’t take raising triplets. Do you not see the trend? Choosing a safe husband is the only way to protect yourself.” Mother’s voice faltered, showing the most emotion I think I’ve ever seen.

FIBI’S POV Within one week of Mother's stay with us, she recovered completely. “You can't go yet. Stay here for some time and at least spend time with your daughter.” I insisted. That was how she ended up staying for two weeks. Not like I'm still satisfied, I'd honestly prefer if she never went back. However, she refused to hear anything that concerned leaving her husband. When I raised the matter, she admonished, “Fibi, the mate bond is not something to take lightly. He's not just my husband but also my mate. He's just hurt over what I did to him.”

At most, he would allow them to get married, but the son-in-law would have to accept a matrilocal residence arrangement. Hector could not even imagine Chester being a matrilocal son-in-law.

She also loudly vowed to me, "I, Anna Fulton, will love only you in this life. I will only ever be good to you alone. I hope you will take care of me for a lifetime." Back then, how could I have ever imagined that her "lifetime" would last merely a few short years? Before we got married, I did know she had a childhood sweetheart. But at that time, she told me Josh had settled abroad and probably would never come back. Besides, she also said she only ever saw him as a neighbor she grew up with. Who would have guessed that Josh would suddenly return to the country shortly after our wedding, and with Anna's help, even become my colleague? Meanwhile, she herself had started to "forget" the way h

"A relative of mine wanted to qualify for a first-time homebuyer program. It was tied to residency, so he used Matilda's ID. He went overseas recently and asked me to handle things while he was gone." "Which relative?" I demanded. "You wouldn't know him. An uncle from back home." Liam was lying. In ten years of marriage, I had met every member of his family. There was no such uncle. I was about to press further when helplessness flickered across his face. "You don't seriously think I bought Matilda a villa, do you?" he asked, his face giving nothing away. "You know what I make. If I had that kind of money, we'd have moved downtown a long time ago."

"Yuna just got here. Let's get her home so she can rest." His voice matched his vibe—calm, warm. Aunt Sophia sniffled, squeezing my hand. "Look at me, totally forgetting. You must be exhausted. Let's get you home. I had a welcome dinner prepared." She'd left law behind years ago, passing the firm to Lionel and settling into the rich-wife life. Ten years back, she'd married into one of Hampsburg's old-money dynasties. Her husband, Arthur Rinehart, was the family heir—and Lionel's uncle.

Even as I closed my eyes now, I was hit with the disgusting image of Sean, my long-time fiancé of three years, cheating on me with an average-height, dark-skinned Flora on our matrimonial bed. Soon-to-be matrimonial bed. I had found him fucking her on the supposed matrimonial bed we were meant to share after marriage. When I arrived home to surprise my ex-fiancé, the first sound I heard was a loud moan as I opened the door. Clothes were flung around the couch and on the floor. Following the trail, I picked up the bra and panties I saw on the passage leading to the room. I kept trying to convince myself that my worst nightmare was not about to happen. But then the screams and moans became lou

After all, they had long considered Tamsin as their ideal daughter-in-law. That was why Hector had spent years abroad accompanying Tamsin for her alleged treatments. But back then, I believed that Harlan truly loved me. However, the passion and novelty faded after two years of marriage, leaving us as little more than familiar strangers.

“Really?” I nod. “Really.” His grandfather leans back, regarding me with a sigh. “Listen, Lucas, this is a bad idea. I’m telling you, ninety percent of women who leave their husbands go right back to them. Have you forgotten about your ex-wife, what she did to you?” Luke’s face flushes with embarrassment as he gets to his feet, shooting me an apologetic look. “Julie, I’m so sorry. Can you wait in the hallway for just a minute?” He gestures to a nearby hallway, his eyes pleading.

“You know… since your sister died, I’ve been…” “Until when?” he interrupted her, restless. “Move on and leave that behind. You have a husband, children, me! You have me. I miss you, even though you weren’t my real mother, you’re still the maternal figure I had. But you’ve been distant for years. Go back to your family before you lose them.” “What are you trying to say?” Líara asked, on alert.